It goes one, two, three, don't f*ck wit me, four, five, six, I'm gonna take your bitch, seven, eight, nine, I stay on the
grind. You betta watch out, cuz I'll blast ya wit my nine. I aint scared of the PO, when I ride by I say F*ck The Police
just like N.W.A.. so, you watch what you say and stay the f*ck out my way. And when you walk down them streets,
you betta keep ya hands on them heats.
Justify my thug, my thug, my thug, justify, justify, justify my Thug.
Now, if ya kill my manye, ya betta start runnin, because for you I'm gonna be gunnin. And I care if you love me or hate
me, cuz I'm still gonna get my money. I'm a GoodFella, and there about to make me, but I'm made hoe, I get paid hoe,
I spent two thousand dollars on these shades hoe, I'm red hot, I'm ice cold, nobody complains about the blunts that I
roll. I own these streets, I always carry two heats. In case shit gets hot, and I have to shoot someone right there on the
spot. I won't deny it, I'm a straight rider and you don't want to f*ck wit me.
Justify my thug, my thug, my thug, justify, justify, justify my Thug.
Some say eye for eye, I say live or die. And that's what I believe, so if you haven't heard, don't f*ck with me, cuz
I'm a hustler, never been to jail, never sold crack, never slapped bitch that I wanted to mack. And I cant stand this
f*ckin bullshit anymore. Cops keep comin through neighborhood n knockin at da door, Thinking im strapped, searchin
my clothes, They always f*ckin wit me for the life I choose. Ever since I was 12 the cops been hatin, F*ckin wit me
for the cash I been makin, Becoming richer by the day, Its March n I'll be a millionaire by May.
Justify my thug, my thug, my thug, justify, justify, justify my Thug.